Opposites Always Attract

Chapter 31

"Guys I'm fucking dying, I can't." groaned Sophie, rolling onto her front in the bed and burying her head in to the pillow.

Katy rolled her eyes, "Stop being such a drama queen, just come to the beach with us, the fresh air will do you good."

Sophie clutched her hands to her stomach as she felt it churn again and shook her head vigorously, "I would if I could but seriously, I think if I move I'll throw up."

"Maybe throwing up will help?" suggested Katy.

Sophie shook her head even harder, turning onto her side and curling into the foetal position, "I don't wanna be sick, it makes me cry."

Katy cocked an eyebrow, "And this is a better way of life?"

"Sam stick up for me here." grumbled Sophie, trying her best not to throw up and taking deep breaths, "You know I hate being sick more than anything in the world."

Sam nodded her head and turned to Katy, "It's true, I've never seen her hating her life as much as when she's throwing up."

"Well I hardly wanna go to the beach and leave you here by yourself when you're in this state." protested Katy, not really meaning what she was saying as she could think of nothing worse than sitting in the hotel room all day.

Sophie managed a smile but as her stomach churned it came out more like a grimace, "It's fine, honestly ... I'll just try and get some sleep and I'll call you if I need you."

Sam patted Katy on the back and grinned, "Come on mate, we're no good here. Plus she's bound to throw up eventually and that's the last thing I wanna see."

"Later Webby!" shouted Katy on her way out, earning her a muffled response from Sophie as she threw her face down into the pillow and tried not to think about the hideous feeling inside of her.

Sophie Webster had never suffered from a serious hangover in her life yet for some strange reason when she awoke that morning after multiple shots and beers the night before, she was sure she was at death's door. She wasn't sure how it had happened or why her stomach felt like a washing machine but all she knew was she was definitely not a fan of hangovers and would give anything not to be suffering from one.

After around half an hour of thrashing around in the bed, trying her best to get comfortable and ignore the feeling inside of her, Sophie realised her efforts were futile and all she wanted was someone to look after her. Inwardly cursing herself for never exchanging phone numbers with Sian, she stumbled to her feet and instantly regretted it. She stood still for a few seconds, letting her body adjust to being in a vertical position before staggering towards the door and clutching her stomach.

She didn't care that she looked like shit and she definitely didn't care that she was in her sleeping attire. All she wanted was someone to run around after her, make sure she was okay and generally just offer support to her as she lay on her death bed.

Sophie swallowed hard as her mouth started to water threateningly and she sped up her pace along the corridor before eagerly knocking on Sian's door and silently begging the blonde to be in.

After a few seconds Sian threw open the door and a smug grin mixed with shock quickly formed on her face as she set eyes on Sophie, "Jesus christ, what the fuck happened to you?"

"Look after me." pleaded Sophie, leaning against the door frame and looking very sorry for herself.

Sian chuckled and shook her head, wrapping an arm around Sophie and leading her into the room, "Come on you silly mare."

Sophie eagerly collapsed onto the bed, crawling up on her stomach towards the pillows and nuzzling her face against them, "Thank you."

Sian sat on the side of the bed facing Sophie, crossing her legs in front of her as she rubbed her hand in a circular motion on Sophie's back, "What's wrong babe?"